Wednesday, December 10, 2008

A Living Hope

A Living Hope
by Tim King..if ('Sep 27, 2008') {document·write(", Sep 27, 2008");}.., Sep 27, 2008

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God speaks to us in many ways and through unexpected voices. Jesus’ story of a Samaritan who helps a wounded stranger, for instance, is not just a moral fable but deeply political tale that shook up the assumptions of his listeners. Could God really speak through a Samaritan?
Elsewhere Jesus tells his followers that they will find him – the very ikon of God, in whom the fullness of God dwells – in the face of the weak, the poor, the persecuted, and the hungry. Could God truly be found among the dispossessed?
God may have ruled through the Israelite kings but he spoke through the prophets. These unlikely voices often stood outside the normal channels of authority and credibility, confronting the powerful with uncomfortable truths – things they didn’t want to hear.
Today it’s easy and tempting to cast ourselves in the role of prophet, speaking the truth to power, and indeed we have a call to do so. It is much less comfortable for us, however, when God speaks to us from an unexpected place. Sometimes we take the role of the powerful David being called into account by Nathan, and this may take us off guard.
The Voice of God
At the Transmillennial 2008 conference, God spoke to us through a man named Bahjat. I don’t mean to suggest that Bahjat, an Iraqi Muslim now living the U.S., is a prophet – he certainly didn’t present himself as God’s spokesman. But I believe that God, for whom national boundaries are irrelevant and religious boundaries less important than we’d like to make them, is at work powerfully in Bahjat’s life and speaks clearly to us through Bahjat’s story.
That story is an uncomfortable one. Bahjat was a citizen of Baghdad who risked his life and his family’s safety to help the U.S. government secure Iraq in the aftermath of the fall of Saddam Hussein. He used his computer training and skills as translator to help an occupying force, risking shame and harm to help rebuild the country he dearly loves. He put everything on the line to help the U.S. while many of us risked nothing as we watched images of the war on television.
Bahjat’s courage is stirring, of course – even inspiring. The difficulty comes when Bahjat contrasts, in vivid detail, the price he paid to befriend our nation and the reception he received from the country he risked so much to help.
In broken English, Bahjat passionately narrated his experience. His slideshow of unforgettable photographs included an image of a bombed car that injured his brother and killed his friend. He questioned the cost of the war as he told of others in his work-group who were kidnapped, tortured and killed for assisting the U.S. forces. Bahjat shared how he worked with a hood over his face so that the opposition would not discover his identity. He told us that on two occasions he and his family received death threats from insurgent groups that felt betrayed by Bahjat’s commitment to freedom and peace in Iraq.
Bahjat realized they were not going to be safe in Baghdad. After several attempts to escape war-torn Iraq, Bahjat eventually made his way to the U.S., taking up residence in Florida. He shared with us the angst of being an Iraqi in America and the fear this caused potential employers who, one after another, turned him away. He spoke of the language barrier as well as the ethnic and religious hurdles. He asked us to imagine how we would feel in Baghdad, penniless and trying to survive in a culture we did not understand.
After risking life and limb to help the U.S., he felt abandoned as he attempted to begin life anew in America. No help was forthcoming in finding employment, becoming a U.S. citizen or even rescuing the remainder of his family still under the threat of death in Baghdad. As he spoke, we could feel his frustration and anger. The palpable sense of injustice and betrayal filled the air.
Contrasting life under U.S. occupation with life under Saddam Hussein, Bahjat invited us to see the world through his lens, to face a perspective unthinkable to those whose patriotism brooks no criticism: the occupying forces had not brought freedom and had actually contributed to making living conditions in Iraq much more difficult.
Most of us have watched the war from the comfort of our living rooms. Bahjat experienced it crashing in all around him. He showed us photographs of civilians killed and maimed and wounded. He dared to ask us to consider what their families would think of our country long after we left. What will history record as the American legacy in Iraq? So far, Bahjat confessed to us, that prospect is dismal.
Bahjat talked about freedom. We tend to think of freedom in abstract terms, partially because we take for granted the fruits of that freedom. We mistakenly assume that political freedom and material prosperity go hand in hand, or that one follows inexorably from the other. But our perceptions are not necessarily true.
Even under an oppressive regime, Iraqis like Bahjat had some basic ingredients of modern life, things like electricity, employment, and the comfort of lying down at night without worry or fear. These few comforts were taken away by an occupying force called “Operation Iraqi Freedom.” We can appeal, of course, to the long view or to the ideals of democracy, but these things don’t translate well to a people living in dread and deprivation.
A few people at the conference saw this as offensive, others saw it as sad. But I think we can all agree that this is his reality and something we had no right to question. I couldn’t help but think that, in his shoes, I would share his perspective.
Perhaps more than anything Bahjat’s story made me realize that if Presence is going to take societal transformation seriously then we must make room for the beliefs, feelings, and perspective of others. We must resist the urge to re-create them in our own image and to force our view of the world onto them. This is, I think, the temptation at the heart of colonialism – one that lives on in the lingering ethnocentrism of nationalistic fervor.
Bahjat and I live in different worlds, but his world is no less legitimate for not being mine. Jesus speaks clearly to us both, and his teachings are available to us both. Regardless of our life-settings, we are not separate. And for that I am called to lift his burden and to share his pain, even if he sees America – even if he sees Jesus – differently than I do.
Patriotism
Patriotism is a hot-button issue, especially in an election year. Those who fail to display or articulate the “proper” markers of patriotic sentiment may find their commitment to the country, even their citizenship, called into question. For some, patriotism means an uncritical acceptance of our administration’s policies, especially regarding the war in Iraq. Once troops are committed, suggests this line of thought, the time for debate is over and the only suitable patriotic response is unwavering loyalty and unflinching devotion to the cause as defined by the governing authorities.
Dissent at home is construed as unpatriotic and an affront to the truly noble and courageous men and women serving in the armed forces. It’s as if upon entering an armed conflict the entire country is under a warrior code where inquiring into our intentions, our strategy, or the reliability of our information constitutes disloyalty and a grave breach of honor; a true patriot stands behind the government come hell or high water. This line of thinking makes no distinction between supporting the troops and supporting the war. To suggest otherwise is to supposedly betray a naïveté and weakness when it comes to foreign policy.
But this is a false dilemma. It may be that to carefully consider and re-consider our reasons for entering a conflict, our means of prosecuting that conflict, and the terms and conditions for disengagement from that conflict is the only way to truly respect and honor the dedication and integrity of the U.S. forces. When we have, at our disposal, men and women willing to risk their lives at the command of others, it is imperative that we carefully consider the conditions under which we issue such a command. To speak out against an unjust or unnecessary war is to support the troops.
Clearly there are times when we must fight for freedom, when we have no choice but to take up arms in the cause of self-defense. The tragedy of September 11, 2001 is etched upon my mind. I have not forgotten, and I cannot forget. I do not relish war, but I recognize it as an inevitable reality of life in a world where unskillful living seems to be the norm. I believe there are things we must fight for, things we must be prepared to die for. I am not a pacifist.
But my patriotism cannot overlook the contradictions of life in America: Joy and sorrow. Hope and despair. Care and apathy. Poverty in the richest nation in the world. A superpower that fails to empower the least and the last. It’s difficult to read the Federalist Papers and believe that as a nation we’re anywhere close to where the founding fathers thought we’d be at this point. Nonetheless I’m comforted that if enough of us work together we can still do something about it.
Because patriotism has become conflated with nationalism, I feel that many of us have a limited and naive view of America and our role in the world. Too few seem to question the idea that the rest of the world should do things our way, should desire our idea of freedom, and should want what we think is the good life. Over two hundred years ago, we fought a bloody battle for self-determination and now we seem hell-bent on denying it to others. It appears that we prefer, instead, to confuse their freedom with a capitulation to the American Way. Shouldn’t freedom mean freedom to reject our way of life, to allow others to venture out on their own political experiment and seek their own destiny? Shouldn’t patriotism allow us to love our country while allowing others to love theirs?
Every now and then something happens to shake us loose from our complacency. A word from God breaks in and disturbs our slumber. A prophetic voice challenges and enlightens us. This is what Bahjat offered me – offered all of us – at the conference. It was not easy to hear. None of us wanted to face the possibility that we, as a nation, are raining terror upon another people, creating the possibility that they will look out upon a world and see no God, no savior, no hope.
From where I stand, I cannot help but feel we are abusing our power and our privilege whether we want to accept that or not. I hear the prophet Nathan saying to David, “You are the man.”
Embodying Christ
Presence International teaches a four-quadrant approach to life in the world. The covenantal transformation of the first century forges the way for us to live more skillfully and abundantly in the other quadrants – the areas of personal, organizational and societal transformation.
If we take this seriously then we recognize that God does not see national boundaries. Through Abraham’s seed, all nations are now blessed. And while national distinctions may be helpful in negotiating a complex world and our equally complex markers of human identity, there are no boundaries that separate us from God – nor are there distinctions that give us special favor in the sight of God.
National Public Radio gave Bahjat the opportunity to share his story, and a Presence board member (we’ll call him Rob) was listening. Because Rob takes our story seriously, Bahjat’s story presented him with a choice: he could brush off the interview or he could act. Rob could pay lip service to societal transformation or he could play a part in it. He could wax eloquent about American ideals meaningless to Bahjat or he could take a chance and extend himself to Bahjat just as Jesus extended himself toward us.
And that’s just what he did.
Calling the NPR affiliate in Florida, Rob made arrangements to meet with Bahjat in person. After an extensive interview, Rob moved Bahjat and his family into his own home and gave him a job. He got in touch with a U.S. Senator who is now helping Bahjat get the rest of his family out of Baghdad – to get them out of the peril they face because Bahjat helped our country. Through NPR, Presence, and this particular Senator, Bahjat is finally getting some help from a nation that otherwise turned its back on him.
It’s a fascinating story full of twists and turns, contradictions and irony. Most of all, it is a story about Jesus, about Christ coming to Bahjat through the efforts of a few, and of God coming to us in the face of the Other. It is Jesus with the Samaritan woman, God extending a hand to all creation – not just a special few based on religion, nationality or political affiliation.
It’s the story of Presence and our mission to take societal transformation seriously. The story of Bahjat is the story of how the world can be changed, of how we can be changed. Bahjat may never come to know America or even Jesus the same way many of us do. But through the love and compassion of Rob he has seen Jesus, and he is seeing a different side of America. More importantly, we have seen Jesus in Bahjat
Because we don’t live daily in a world where God and Caesar are at odds, it is easy for us to think they’re the same. Bahjat came to remind us that they’re not, and we have the opportunity to show Bahjat, and others like him, that we’re listening.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Sean Update

I heard from Sean's counselor today. He received and read through all of the report paperwork from the Psychologist who tested Sean and we have a 504/IEP meeting on December 2nd at 7:30AM. It was to have been just a 504 meeting, but the psychologist believes he needs an IEP to make sure he makes it through high school in a way that serves his best interest. Also in his best interest, we will be switching some classes around at the semester break to make sure he has access to some resource teachers that he doesn't have access to now. Hopefully this will help him have a successful high school experience that leads to graduation!!!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

More Sean stuff...

Ok, we realized that Sean had an mri in the hospital, toward the end just as he was waking up. They even took extra shots to see if there were any indices of stroke. Dr. Gerhaety (the neurologist from there) said nothing in the MRI indicated anything like brain injury and that instead he needs to be evaluated by an occupational therapist to decide if there has been brain injury. So she has a call into one, and they should be getting back to me. So it looks like h may not have to have one again which rocks because they are scary. He did have an OT work with him after the surgery, but not to do testing "looking for brain injury".

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Sean's Neuro-Psychological Tests

Dyspraxia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Developmental_dyspraxia

And slight Dyslexia along with his Dysgraphia (which was what he was being tested for for the school). These are all clustered under the Aphasia kinds of disabilities.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aphasia

That is the easy part. The difficult part is the discrepancy between the left and right hemispheres of his brain. In IQ, the Language side of the brain scores 32 points higher than the non-language of the brain. This is right hemisphere impairment. She stated that this kind of differential from side to side is not seen very often. She asked me if he was Hypoxic at birth, I told her no (he was never below 60% oxygenated). We talked about the time when the 14 year old threw the brick over the fence in Austin and hit him in the head. He touched where the scar is and she felt that wasn't it either. She is going to refer him for an MRI.

The good news is this will get him services at school. The bad news is she suspects a brain injury.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Sean's Open Heart Surgery

On July 31st, Sean, age 14, went in for his 3rd open heart surgery. It was going to be a routine thing...they would put in a valve where he didn't have one (human or pig, whatever fit the best) and tighten up the tricuspid valve that leaked like a sieve. But routine is not what we got...

While trying to attach the heart/lung bypass machine, the surgeon nicked his femoral artery and he bled into his abdomen. The anesthesiologist, seeing something had gone wrong, injected him with brain protecting drugs. The surgical team raced to get the bypass machine hooked up to his chest instead. His blood pressure/oxygen to the brain was down for 5-6 minutes.

Because of this issue, they decided to chill his body for 18-24 hours to prevent brain swelling. This was done by attaching a device called "Arctic Sun" to his body, (see pictures here: http://www.seanmasters13.com/Photos.html) and cooling him to 31 or 33 (I truly can't remember) degrees centigrade. Touching him was horrific, as he was so cold and rigid from the device and the drugs they had him on to keep him from shivering.

On the 2nd day they began to warm him up. The warned us that often the hypothalamus tries to overcompensate as the body warms, and his did. His temperature shot up and his blood pressure was up and down in a totally random, really scary way. I went home that night afraid we were going to lose him.

The next day, however, I discovered that an angel had been sent to care for him as his night nurse. I had met Andrea before I left the hospital that night (my husband stayed with him at night) but I didn't know how critical she was to Sean's care.

The neurologist had told us (and Andrea) that she wanted the Arctic Sun device left on him in case his temperature kept climbing. Andrea watched him that whole night as his blood pressure climbed and crashed, and she came to believe that the Arctic Sun device (even though it was off) was still making him feel chilled and that because of this he was fighting the cold and underneath all the drugs he was shivering. So she made the decision to take the device off, against the recommendation of the neurologist.

When I returned the next morning, it was to a totally different child. You could see that he had relaxed. His blood pressure was back to normal. His temperature was still fluctuating a bit, so Andrea had put a cooling blanket underneath him in case he needed to be cooled down. From this moment on, Sean started to make improvements.

He began to come out of the drugs and started making eye contact. He began answering questions we asked him with appropriate hand movements. (Waving, thumbs up, and also head shakes).

Andrea was followed by another angel nurse named Deanna. Deanna was not to be outdone by Andrea, and against recommendations decided that Sean needed to be off the ventilator. She began by turning down the ventilators breaths and forcing him to breathe instead of the machine. She came on shift at 7AM and by 4PM that afternoon she had him off the ventilator.

At that point he asked us in a tortured whisper if he could go home today. We had to tell him no. But we also gave him a list of things that once he could do, he could go home. He tried to climb off the bed that instant to get started, but we told him no, that people would have to help him with stuff for awhile.

That very day PT came to work with him and he got to sit up in a wheel chair for 5 minutes. That exhausted him and he slept 4 hours. But it was a beginning!!!

The next day he was moved out of PICU and into an intermediate room. He actually walked halfway there with the PT team. And that was just the beginning of him completing his list of things to be able to go home.

One of the most difficult things he had to manage was learning to swallow liquids again. The attempts choked him. He was only allowed thickened liquids to drink and pureed food to eat (which gagged him). But he drank and ate what he could, working hard on his list of tasks to accomplish to get to go home.

Over the weekend we were able to take him outside to the garden on the grounds. We also took him to the cafeteria with us every time. Part of the time he walked, part of the time he rode. He was finally able to go to the bathroom unsupervised. He managed to eat something that wasn't pureed. And finally, on Monday morning, he swallowed some Sprite without choking!!! We were on our way home at noon that day.

Sean is working with Physical Therapists, Occupational Therapists and Speech Therapists through an organization called "Rehab Without Walls." These women are fabulous and they are making great progress with Sean in walking, self care, posture, going places, and talking. They will also go into the school with us to meet with all of his teachers/counselors to be sure he has what he needs to have a successful school year. The team that is working with him thinks he is a fabulous teen and they all love working with him.

At this point in time, we have no doubt anymore that Sean will make a full recovery. At his follow-up appointment on August 21st, I was able to see his new valve functioning in his heart, and the ring around the tricuspid valve that tightens it, in his Echo cardiogram. His EKG looks almost normal. Truly he is a walking miracle!!!!

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

I am accepted as a postulent to OEF...

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

The Prayer of St Francis of Assisi


St. Francis was born at Assisi in 1182. After a care free youth, he turned his back on inherited wealth and committed himself to God. Like many early saints, he lived a very simple life of poverty, and in so doing, gained a reputation of being the friend of animals. He established the rule of St Francis, which exists today as the Order of St. Francis, or the Franciscans. He died in 1226, aged 44.

The prayer has many of the biblical truths of what it means to be a Christian - to seek to give, and in so doing, receive blessings; that the Lord's Prayer asks God to forgive us as we forgive, and that the goal of eternal life can only result from us putting to death our old sinful lives.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A Life Uncommon

A Life Uncommon
.. magnify
by Jewel...I LOVE this song!!!

Don't worry mother
It'll be alright
And don't worry sister
Say your prayers and sleep tight
And it'll be fine
Lover of mine
It'll be just fine

And lend your voices only
To sounds of freedom
No longer lend your strength
To that which you wish
To be free from
Fill your lives
With love and bravery
And you shall lead
A life uncommon

Ive heard your anguish
Ive heard your hearts cry out
We are tired, we are weary
But we aren't worn out
Set down your chains
Until only faith remains
Set down your chains

And lend your voices only
To sounds of freedom
No longer lend your strength
To that which you wish
To be free from
Fill your lives
With love and bravery
And we shall lead
A life uncommon

There are plenty of people
Who pray for peace
But if praying were enough
It would've come to be
Let your words enslave no one
And the heavens will hush themselves
To hear our voices ring our clear
With sounds of freedom
Sounds of freedom

Come on you unbelievers
Move out of the way
There is a new army coming
And we are armed with faith
To live, we must give
To live

And lend our voices only
To sounds of freedom
No longer lend our strength
To that which we wish
To be free from
Fill your lives
With love and bravery
And we shall lead...

And lend our voices only
To sounds of freedom
No longer lend our strength
To that which we wish
To be free from
Fill your lives
With love and bravery
And we shall lead
A life uncommon